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Favorite CravingsThe following story elements, pairings, themes, and/or kinks are ones I'm presently craving and would like to plot for with interested parties. I'm open for different avenues and ideas, whether it's something light and romantic, bondage, to non-con and darker themes.

The following ideas/stories already have starting posts written for them as the character pretty much took my muse and whipped her around for a bit until they had a post and hopeful story of their own. No key plot details have been set up, though I do have some ideas I'd like to explore with the right partner and I'm open to discussing how the story can go.

✦ NEW ✦The Price to Pay• Modern, Potential Extreme

A young "street rat" ends up picking the wrong mark during a routine pick pocket. The man in question decides to take out his own sense of justice. Possible thoughts for direction is perhaps he sets out to reform her and perhaps for his own purposes; he could simply decide to turn her into his pet, or perhaps decide to utilize her skills for his own gain while also having his bed warmed, or ... maybe something else. I'd love to include a discipline arc if possible.

This is currently posted on the Extreme board but can change depending on the story direction.

For centuries he waited. Every generation a new songstress stepped upon the Steps of Stars and sang out to the heavens to where he waited in the dark galaxy. The people always thought the chosen songstress was to keep the Old God asleep, singing him a lullaby meant to soothe his soul. They built a festival around the event performed every five years, offered up gifts that faded away to the Gods' domain. Every five years as the songstress sang the sky faded from its bursts of golds and oranges, darkened with its sweep of glittering stars. Every five years the people considered themselves blessed, knew the Old God had been sated once more.

In truth he was a demon playing the long game, waiting for the day this old race produced a siren once more for it was only a siren's song that could release him from his temporal prison and fuel his slumbering powers. It was a test of patience, waiting a near millennium until the fantastical voice reached him.

Two festivals ago she discovered she'd been chosen when the then Queen of Songs passed away just a few days after performing her last aria. Her voice had stood out among the hundreds gathered, enchanting all that even heard but a whisper. Almost immediately she and her family were moved to the capital where her education was taken over by the Council – focused, of course, on the history and songs that'd be required of her every five years. She'd been so nervous that first festival, knowing the importance of her honored role and so worried that she would do something wrong, somehow mess up what hundreds before her had done without qualm.

She almost thought she had, that first time. The sky had shone brighter than ever before and something deep within pulsed through her, pulled at her. For such long minutes she'd stared transfixed on the sky and the God's temple far above, singing without consciousness, until finally the sky burst once more into darkness. Had all the songstresses before felt that sway, that visceral pull? She hadn't dared to say a word to anyone and instead dived into the journals of those that'd come before her, searching for something, anything, that could ease her mind. There'd been no words of comfort and her nerves drew tighter when the dreams began, dreams of a dark figure that came to her in the night and whispered the promise of coming for her when it was time, when she was of time.

It didn't make sense until the second festival when she stood upon the Stairs of Stars, lifted her voice to the Old God, and found herself pulled up into the sky.

Seeking: The demon. This was mostly inspired by the Doctor Who episode "The Rings of Akhaten."

✦ NEW ✦ The New Pet• Modern, Potential Extreme, Potential FantasyBoredom was something that could be cured, but disappointment? Disobedience? Failure to do one of the few things he asked? It always made him a little sad to lose a pet, especially one he’d spent the past year molding and grooming so well. A pity she ended up being barren, unable to sustain the seed he pumped into her night after night. He thought he might miss her, as she had made him smile some of the time, but her spirit had been crushed out long before her life expired. There’d been no fire in her, perhaps already too jaded from the street life he’d taken her from. Despite being only twenty, she’d a miserably aged soul – no sense of dependence, of any curiosity of what he could give her.

This time he wanted a pet whose spirit wouldn’t break. An innocent pet he could shape and mold, one that wouldn’t see what she had been taken from but rather what she had been brought to, the gifts he was ready to bestow upon her. A pet that would flourish from his seed and expand the family tree, to fill his house with the children he desired. A pet who’d not only accept him, but also her role in his life, in what would become their lives. A pet that would understand the value of discipline and punishments as much as the sweetness of reward and affection.

It seemed like such a tall order, one that may never be fulfilled. He spent months at the auctions, ones specifically geared to breeders like him; there’d been one purchase, but after a mere two weeks he knew she wouldn’t do. It took nearly six months after that before he found her, the crown jewel of a high bid auction. Sixteen, a student who’d become “separated” from her parents during their European tour. Virginal, fertile, healthy, and when they finally lowered the hood of the white robe she wore, he saw the deep beauty. Breathtaking, really. He saw her … and knew he had to have her. She had to be the one.

Seeking: I am open to playing the new pet or the buyer.

Wicked Intentions • Historical Fiction, Potential Fantasy

The marriage arrangement for his son, the Crown Prince of the realm, had been done by careful consideration of the King. The chosen bride came not only with money and a title, the Crown Princess to another realm that she'd take rule over upon her parents' deaths which would only add to his own family's holdings, but according to rumor was beautiful and mesmerizing, a joy at the foreign courts she graced, intelligent, and loyal. Upon seeing the portrait the King had commissioned of the fair Princess, he acknowledged that some of the assessment proved true, and began staring at the portrait every day once insisting it hung in his private chambers. He began to stare... and to plot.

It was an easy matter arranging for his son to be absent when the Princess arrived at their court and even easier, the King realized, to steal away time with the young woman he hadn't originally intended to be so much more than merely his daughter in law but knew fate had other plans in store. How could he resist sampling such ripe, innocent beauty? From staking the first claim on a young woman who'd so easily captured his senses? And who could ever say no to a King? Especially when he was a King who never accepted no for a response?

Part of the King hoped that after taking her a few things, that once the marriage to his son became a reality, his need would lessen for his now daughter in law. That need only grew and he couldn't seem to sate it no matter how often he stole her from his son's bed, how many nights he refused them sleep, as unexpected feelings became to develop and take root in him. The need grew and grew … especially when it became revealed she was pregnant and the King realized a few very important things – his son had fallen for the Princess, he was in no way fit to someday wear the crown, and he was quite undeserving of the wife on his arm. A wife and child that would indeed be claimed by the King.

Seeking: The King. The Prince would likely be a shared npc unless you wished full reign of him.

✦ CRAVING ✦The Masquerade • Modern • MafiaOnce a year in the late summer, a town along the southern Italian coast, hosted its annual summer festival and midnight masquerade. It was a day of cheer and fun, of children laughing and playing, families reconnecting, and those flimsy barriers between classes lowered. Feuds may be forgotten for the day as the wine freely flowed from barrels and continued even at the start, and throughout, the highly anticipated masquerade.

As dusk fell musicians gathered and people reconvened, dressed in old costumes and elaborate half masks, and let the festival and music carry them through the night. More than one marriage announcement had come about the next day and plenty of new infants screamed into the world nine months later, and often disputing lovers found themselves reconciled and in the throes of love once again. While it wasn’t necessarily a festival dedicated to Venus or Juno, but many thoughts those Goddess definitely blessed the gaiety each year.

Freshly turned eighteen, this was the first time her grandparents had allowed her to attend the masquerade alone. Not that it hadn’t come with a great deal of worry on her grandmother’s part and a long string of warnings filled with concerned, but for the first time she was going to be able to attend the full festival. Every summer she spent with her grandparents in the homeland she dreamed of being at the masquerade and this year … this was it. She didn’t anticipate romance or desire. She just wanted to dance the night away, take home memories with her when she returned home in a couple days.

Not once did she anticipate meeting the tall stranger. He was obviously older than her, at least fifteen years, but the way he looked at her had the young woman trembling for the first time in her life. She did dance that night… all of it in his arms as he spun a spell of desire and romance around them. The next morning she woke in his arms, part of her innocence claimed by him, and soon discovered her entire life was about to change.

The mystery man hadn’t just been a handsome local, but a visiting Don who’d come to find a wife, a young woman from a good Italian family, one that had proven itself as prolific with children. He found more than he bargained, a young virgin he couldn’t get enough of, one who soon became his addiction, obsession, and his most prized pet.

Seeking: The mafia don.

A Brother's Love • Modern • IncestA young woman goes to live with her older brother after their parents die and he starts to mold her into his companion and mistress.

Becoming the guardian to his sixteen-year-old sister hadn't been on the agenda nor something he ever anticipated to happen, just as much as he hadn't thought their parents would die in a freak accident... or that he'd find himself unbelievably attracted to and desiring his sister. He started spending nights lusting and fantasizing about the innocent beauty and then began a descent into lesser morality as he sought ways to offer them both comfort – that's what he told himself – and give her the affection and love that she still so desperately needed. Then he couldn't help but think about how the two of them could be – were – so well suited for each other, how her being there eased his lonely nights, as well.

Soon the love he had for her was going so far beyond that of how a brother normally loves a sister and instead how a man can love a woman.

Seeking: The older brother or younger sister. Open for discussion on development and including different kinks/themes, could possibly include D/s or pregnancy.

The Alpha's Mate • Modern • Potential ExtremeIn the modern supernatural world, the werewolves are nearing extinction, dwindled down from numbers in the thousands across the world to now a mere few hundred. Rumor said it began when an alpha’s mate, angry at her mate and unaccepting of her position in the supernatural world, placed a curse on the mating bloodlines to come, forcing the rare mortal women, descendants from the original bloodline and able to breed with the alpha wolves, into hiding or otherwise obscuring the bloodlines, making it difficult for them to be tracked down and brought into fold. Mystics attempted to bring fertility to the female werewolves but their results proved disastrous, creating monsters that came out dead and decaying from the wombs or had to be put down within minutes after birth. It would take centuries for the curse to lift and in the meantime their once proud and prominent race became nothing but shadows, hidden away and forced to watch the possibility of they becoming nothing but a footprint in history.

The dreams began shortly after her sixteenth birthday – a white wolf marked with silver runes that roamed woods that seemed to stretch for an eternity. She knew those woods as well as she knew herself and would spend hours in them, running and frolicking, chasing her prey, and bathing in the moonlight that seemed to strengthen her. Then came the black wolf marked in similar silver runes and she knew he meant her no harm and those woods were for the both of them. There were mornings, however, that she woke with her body slick with sweat and humming with arousal; others where she felt exhausted, as if she really had been running in the woods. Then one morning she woke in the woods, covered in scratches and miles away from her house. That hadn’t been easy to explain especially as her parents thought she had runaway and by some miracle accepted the sleep walking theory…

And then she started having dreams of the past, of centuries and millennia ago where she wasn’t herself but another, someone meant for the alpha coming to claim her …

Seeking: The Alpha. Open to further world building on this as just some basics have been laid out.

Wanted • Modern • Potential ExtremeIt should have been just another freak summer storm, one that rattled the windows of the lake house and had her making sure there were candles and oil lamps available for the inevitable power outage. There was something to be said for living on the outside of a small lake town, consistent power during storms not being one of them. It was the artist made her home … and where a stranger in the night made his sanctuary. Who was he? There was an extremely dangerous sense and look about him. He appeared in the middle of the night as lightning crashed down around the lake house and she was given no choice on him staying.

Seeking: The stranger in the night. Initial thoughts are perhaps a criminal on the run, either from the law or other criminals. Non-con very much an option and/or a really twisted romance of sorts. Open for possibilities.

The Private Dancer • Modern For him it was just a break in the routine of another business trip, a step away from the reality of a stressful day that would hopefully carry him into a relaxing weekend. What harm could come from hiring a discrete private dancer? She came highly recommended from the agency and the photo on the website promise a night full of visual delights. He'd heard rumor from a couple of his underlings that 'happy endings' happened more often than not, and he couldn't deny the arousal he felt when he looked at her picture, imagined how happy she could make him. The legs alone were enough to die for, brutally long and gorgeously toned.

For her it was simply another client, another few hundred to help pad her income and keep her head above water while she pursued her dreams. Only to herself would she ever admit how much she enjoyed dancing like this, teasing men with her body, with the silent promise of what could be theirs. The look in their eyes, the desire, added a confidence to her over the years that hadn't been there before. She was one of those rare private dancers where happy endings never happened -- no touching was one of her strict rules, even the slightest of touches bringing an abrupt end to the evening together. It wasn't supposed to be different for the new client... and at the beginning, it wasn't.

She was a little surprised when a short time later he called, requested her specifically. More so when he called a third time. It was that third time when she allowed for that touch, the lightest of caresses. The third time had been a true surprise as dinner came with a dance, and with dinner, conversation. They shouldn't have clicked, shared any sense of chemistry, but they had and did... and she was helpless when he called her personally the next time. More and more she found her rules bending until one night... they broke.

The next time he called she tried to refuse him and that was when she realized why she had all those rules to begin with.

Looking For: The client or the dancer. I'd like to start this story from when he first requests her and play through as it develops into her breaking her rules, letting the relationship between them blossom until realizing she's gone too far. From there I have some ideas how it could play out as his interest in her has not diminished but heightened with a need to possess.